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Hey kids, my sweet ass ped was stolen from Sellwood yesterday morning. If you see a moped, ask yourself, "Is that Erin's stolen moped?" And if the answer is yes, give the cops a call. People with bike locks on them are advised to lock the moped to something and call the police.
Here is the number for the police, and if you're really prepared, you can put it in your cell phone for easy response time.
Police : 1-503-823-3333
It really was my pride and joy, and I have been crying too much lately. I just finished breaking it in, it was finally going over 40 mph only 3 days before it got jacked. I spent over a month and $700 getting it just perfect. Please feel sorry for me and keep your eyes peeled.
I can offer a whopping $200 REWARD to the person that assists me in getting it back (no questions asked). The recovery rate for mopeds is quite a bit lower than it is for stolen cars, but with enough people aware I've got a chance.
It's the beautiful chocolatey-black moped in this picture:
Notice the gold mags, the detachable bubble gas tank, round headlight, mid-length seat. There are no baskets on it anymore, and it's always likely the thief may rattle-can it to try to disguise it. There is no license plate. It is reasonably loud with it's hot new exhaust pipe, and as I said it will go over 40mph without breaking a sweat.
There is a similar red moped in the SE area, so if you see a red one don't get all freaky on him. His name is June and he's super.
Any tips on anything else I should do? I called tow companies and filed a report. It's titled in my name.
Here is the number for the police, and if you're really prepared, you can put it in your cell phone for easy response time.
Police : 1-503-823-3333
It really was my pride and joy, and I have been crying too much lately. I just finished breaking it in, it was finally going over 40 mph only 3 days before it got jacked. I spent over a month and $700 getting it just perfect. Please feel sorry for me and keep your eyes peeled.
I can offer a whopping $200 REWARD to the person that assists me in getting it back (no questions asked). The recovery rate for mopeds is quite a bit lower than it is for stolen cars, but with enough people aware I've got a chance.
It's the beautiful chocolatey-black moped in this picture:
Notice the gold mags, the detachable bubble gas tank, round headlight, mid-length seat. There are no baskets on it anymore, and it's always likely the thief may rattle-can it to try to disguise it. There is no license plate. It is reasonably loud with it's hot new exhaust pipe, and as I said it will go over 40mph without breaking a sweat.
There is a similar red moped in the SE area, so if you see a red one don't get all freaky on him. His name is June and he's super.
Any tips on anything else I should do? I called tow companies and filed a report. It's titled in my name.
Maybe a lab mouse? Sometimes I feel like someone is watching the events of my life unfold and recording everything on crisp white graph paper as I make insignificant decisions that affect my entire life. Like this morning, as I opened my eyes and decided to shut them again for another hour. There's someone out there that can see what I should be choosing to do in every decision I make. Someone knows what I'm doing wrong. Someone is waiting to see if the proper succession of applied punishment and reward is going to make an impression on me, and what sort of effect it will have. If I'm an intelligent creature, I will choose the reward. If not, the reward will escape me every time, but because I haven't set my eyes on it, I'm not going to know the difference anyway.
I'm also kind of feeling like a frog. In a pot of water, slowly getting more and more uncomfortable, and too dumb to notice the gradual change.
Ugh!
I'm also kind of feeling like a frog. In a pot of water, slowly getting more and more uncomfortable, and too dumb to notice the gradual change.
Ugh!
Do you know what drives me absolutely MAD? Doing production graphics work in Windows. Why? Because I want to open files in one folder and save them into another. Or 'save as" the same file into the same folder with a different name as a different version. I have no clue how Windows is set up to decide what location it wants to point me to, it almost seems to decide completely randomly, so that every time I save one of hundreds of files in this way I have to navigate to the right saving folder, and then when I open the next file on the list I have to renavigate back to my original list of files, that are in the same folder as the last file I opened, so you would think it would remember that!
It's ridiculous! It's tedious and annoying and makes everything more difficult, and for what good reason?
I'm pretty sure Apple has it right here. Remembers where you last saved, has your personalized list of folders on the left and a dropdown list of frequently used locations above instead of the useless left-column of inconsequential directories. Remembers where you last opened as well.
Another annoying thing: why is it when I save for web as a gif, it will only show me other gifs in the folder, so when I navigate all the way there finally I can't see the name of the jpg image I am trying to replace?
I detest this ridiculous operating system and wish my boss was daring enough to give apple a shot, but he thinks it's great that parts are so cheap, only because he is constantly needing to replace them which he wouldn't need to do if he had a few good g5s. I am on my 3rd box in 2 months! its kind of hard to get a good work flow going when you are always logging in with someone else's username and learning to adapt to their setups, as well as trying to download and install the latest version of flash and illustrator so you can stop saving source files to be backwards compatible and/or hoping that when the old version you're currently using adapts the file saved as the new version, you won't mess up anything.
I used to like working. Windows ruined my job.
It's ridiculous! It's tedious and annoying and makes everything more difficult, and for what good reason?
I'm pretty sure Apple has it right here. Remembers where you last saved, has your personalized list of folders on the left and a dropdown list of frequently used locations above instead of the useless left-column of inconsequential directories. Remembers where you last opened as well.
Another annoying thing: why is it when I save for web as a gif, it will only show me other gifs in the folder, so when I navigate all the way there finally I can't see the name of the jpg image I am trying to replace?
I detest this ridiculous operating system and wish my boss was daring enough to give apple a shot, but he thinks it's great that parts are so cheap, only because he is constantly needing to replace them which he wouldn't need to do if he had a few good g5s. I am on my 3rd box in 2 months! its kind of hard to get a good work flow going when you are always logging in with someone else's username and learning to adapt to their setups, as well as trying to download and install the latest version of flash and illustrator so you can stop saving source files to be backwards compatible and/or hoping that when the old version you're currently using adapts the file saved as the new version, you won't mess up anything.
I used to like working. Windows ruined my job.
Time for a Seattle Blood Drive 4 update. Bourbon Bandits saved me with a half gallon of whiskey. That night, I woke up in a hammock, freezing cold. Met a few awesome moped chicks, Tiffany, Ann, and Arianna. Girls with mopeds are so damn adorable, I'm not even counting myself.
It was fuckin fun and I bonded with my Cuddle Puddle homeboys, who i heart more than ever.
Mike was the ambulance, and picked up all the poor little moped girls and boys that broke down. He was quite a hit after he decided to stop being a weenie and let himself have a good time.
I can't wait until SF, the Creatures of the Loin rally.
Exhausting.
Motron is running fast (after rebuilding the engine, installing a 70cc polini cylinder kit, a 16mm Dell'Orto carb and 15mm manifold) and i've been jetting to try to get it performing properly. It's not the easiest thing I've ever done. Mike comes home tomorrow so we can start breaking it in with fun rides instead of just errands and trips to and from work. It's hauling ass though. I had a dream that I was riding it up a volcano and the rubber was peeling off the tires while I dodged winged demons and lava. Motron and me, in the apocalypse.
Happy happy happy. I don't think my brain will ever let me stop doing and learning something. I don't mind....
Remember these days?
I used to smoke, and be emaciated looking. I used to live in California and wonder who my real friends were. I used to think I was a lot cooler than I really was, and drive my boyfriend's convertable and smoke too much pot and think my thoughts and feelings were so much more important. I used to say, " I feel like..." and "I think..." almost compulsively. I used to play the victim, regularly.
The first time I got really drunk after everything changed, I woke up the next morning, mortified that I had exposed myself - I'm not sure as what exactly, but that I had probably let a little too much of myself show. The next few times after that were similar, I felt sick to my stomach not only because of the hangover but because I could dimly recollect bits and pieces of the evening prior that maybe I'd rather have forgotten.
I don't drink quite as much, or quite as hard, as I did then... but I have stopped caring quite so much about the impressions I might have left behind in the evening. I stopped trying to be liked by everyone. I'm not tortured by "the real me" even though I'm much sillier, much nerdier and I've lost the big eyes and naive sweetness that I had as an emaciated 23-year-old nervously sucking on an American Spirit.
Mark it - Empowerment doesn't come from nude modeling, or leaving your boyfriend, or getting shitcanned every chance you get. Empowerment is deciding what you want, and getting it. As long as you play the victim, you will never be in control. As long as you can't decide what to do, you will never get it right. I'm going to try to make myself remember that.
Now I just need to figure out what it is that I want....
I used to smoke, and be emaciated looking. I used to live in California and wonder who my real friends were. I used to think I was a lot cooler than I really was, and drive my boyfriend's convertable and smoke too much pot and think my thoughts and feelings were so much more important. I used to say, " I feel like..." and "I think..." almost compulsively. I used to play the victim, regularly.
The first time I got really drunk after everything changed, I woke up the next morning, mortified that I had exposed myself - I'm not sure as what exactly, but that I had probably let a little too much of myself show. The next few times after that were similar, I felt sick to my stomach not only because of the hangover but because I could dimly recollect bits and pieces of the evening prior that maybe I'd rather have forgotten.
I don't drink quite as much, or quite as hard, as I did then... but I have stopped caring quite so much about the impressions I might have left behind in the evening. I stopped trying to be liked by everyone. I'm not tortured by "the real me" even though I'm much sillier, much nerdier and I've lost the big eyes and naive sweetness that I had as an emaciated 23-year-old nervously sucking on an American Spirit.
Mark it - Empowerment doesn't come from nude modeling, or leaving your boyfriend, or getting shitcanned every chance you get. Empowerment is deciding what you want, and getting it. As long as you play the victim, you will never be in control. As long as you can't decide what to do, you will never get it right. I'm going to try to make myself remember that.
Now I just need to figure out what it is that I want....
I'm sending you back, the moping has destroyed your eyes, the self-pity has taken your skin; you're a slobby-looking creature, I'm marrying an Indian girl who lives in a teepee nearby and is always in the peak of condition.
ahem - quote from the princess bride.
ahem - quote from the princess bride.
